0 notesOf course. I wouldn’t choose anyone who is any less pretentious. You are* a damsel in distress. Haven’t you figured it out yet? You render me incoherent with your witty remarks that I can’t even write a proper sentence. Well now, isn’t someone being conceited here? Shh, fine I won’t even joke. You know everything of mines is yours. I’m all yours for the taking Malfoy.
Love,
Your Fluffiest Kitty
P.S. Yet you don’t let me joke…